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𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 ([personal profile] hymen) wrote2024-03-04 08:27 pm
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2024-05-10 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
You say that, but I've nearly mastered doing it with my eyes open.

[his own expression is perfectly - probably quite annoyingly - placid about this whole thing. but of course he's not, not really. he's fucking furious, though he's smart enough to know embry is going to want to lick his own wounds before he opens up if ever about what he's been through. there's a part of him that wonders if he's even accepted what it is that happened to him or if he's playing the game of denial just like he does every time ash glances his way. it's still a strange thing to feel like he wants to let him open up and spill his guts about everything, regardless of how or if it cuts hawk himself. months ago when he'd first walked in and realized this was a past fling, he would have headed straight for the door and insisted this kind of shit was above his paygrade.

and now?

now he smoothly pushes himself up and out of the chair after downing his own whiskey and casually takes his time loosening his tie on the way to the distinctive sleeping area that embry is sulking on one side of. it's easy reading between the lines now - come here, get in with me, even if it sounds more like a generic statement of fact. the strip of silk is tossed casually on one of the bolted down nightstands, hawk slipping off his own blazer and hanging it in the very same space across the bed on what is clearly now his side. then comes his belt too, shoes, and his shirt and undershirt, leaving his chest bare without the intention of letting his scar come into view again. it's funny how unthinking it is at times when it once was the center of his entire goddamn life - answering prying questions, trying to move past the trauma that had put it there.

it's a testament to his state of mostly recovered that he steps up to the bed, fingers running light against the top of the mattress as he gazes down at embry. even in his obvious exhaustion he manages to look achingly good - enough that hawk wishes whatever this unspoken schism between them might mend itself back together and let him have the privilege of barreling back towards whatever it was they were about to be. christ, he sounds like a fucking high schooler.

hawk sits at the edge first before kicking up his feet, crossing them at the ankles and resting a bent arm underneath his head like an extra pillow. his chin turns, enough that he can face embry halfway - letting him decide if he wants to meet him halfway or turn away all together.]


No.

[if he was feeling petty he might ask about prague. but he's not.]

But there's no hard feelings - I told you I wanted to retire there, didn't I? Besides, Velletri's a long way south. Practically a whole new world, or whatever the hell they sing about.

[it's your turn to recuperate, he almost says, knowing better. but his own voice dips into a quiet rumble, unable to keep the affection from seeping into it.]

Would you visit? If I park myself up in a nice villa, waterside, and pick up sailing in my old age?
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2024-05-26 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[it's not the first time hawk plans on disobeying a direct order, and it absolutely won't be the last. embry wants a brief, fine. he'll get one. at some point - but not the moment he wakes up. maybe lunch. maybe dinner. maybe six days from now when they've settled into the fineries lake como has to offer and have mended whatever fence is between them so it doesn't feel like he's sleeping next to a stranger with the knowledge that he wants to offer him comfort - to touch, to hold him in a way that's been wholly uncharacteristic for anyone besides tim laughlin in his life. maybe it'll be enough time for some other scandal to settle in and consume every headline and think piece across the globe. for the first time in a long time, he doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks about him anyway. he's more concerned for embry - protecting the shell that he knows is more brittle than the man's letting on.]

Sure thing. Goodnight, Embry.

[sleep doesn't come to him right away, because there's a sneaking concern that embry might not be able to fall asleep. even as his own eyelids sink down and try to pull shut in protestation, hawk waits sharp-eared for the soft lull of breathing evening out and the hum of the jet before he lets himself give in to his own mostly-earned slumber. and that should be it - a few hours, a couple time zone jumps, and they wake up to mimosas and a message from their pilot that italy awaits.

except of fucking course it's not.

embry's been through a trauma worse than any other, by someone he knew no less. hawk's upright within seconds of feeling rustling next to him, too light a sleeper and too unused to having a body occupy the space next to him for anything else. that and old habits die hard from his days in velletri - the need for quick response times between catching shut-eye at inopportune moments with varying degrees of discomfort. he's still exhausted, knowing it can't have been more than a few hours since they'd both slept before this sank in. he can hear embry's shaky breathing, the sounds of struggle between the sheets and and against the bed, and another wounded noise like he's trying to cry out and just can't.

hawk is up in an instant, fingers closing firm around his shoulders with one hand and feeling the damp seeping through his expensive dress shirt from where he was too tired to remove it. he rucks the sheets down, tugging them away from embry so he can feel less trapped before lifting his other hand back up to brush the hair away from his face and get him to open his eyes into awareness.]


Embry - Embry. It's Hawk - wake up.

Listen to me, you're safe.

[he's fully prepared for whatever happens - embry trying to wrench away, or coming to the startled realization that this was a nightmare. his voice is soft, gentle in its insistence to get him to open his eyes.]

I'm here.

[and he's not fucking going anywhere else.]